|My First Poem|
Little Red BookLittle Red BookLittle Red Book by InuYashaDiva15
Oh little book of mine
with your little glued–in spine
no one will ever know
how stiff you are
They’ll never know that beneath those music sheets
the secrets of a rushing artist
Stains on your velveteen
From Fingers not so clean
Little book your structure so tight
only the artist knows it isn’t right
mesh in between though the pages seem
crisp, perfect feigning pristine
Ah, but a trick
One bone folder, a tub of glue
music paper, now good as new
Now little book of red
no one will know, instead
they’ll think your perfect
something to admire
they’ll never know little book
that you were created under the wire
So I just found this and I impressed myself. Wow.
I think I pulled some of the lines from this book that I found. Well not the lines but a couple of the words this was for a project I did for my poetry class back in 2010. Wow.
I do this thing called being alive.|
NOT Living Because that takes work.
I'm getting there though...so give me a minute.
NOT AN ACTUAL MINUTE
I mean like serious amounts of Time.
I'll impress you one day.
Well then that's just how your face eats a banana isn't it